Although the summer in Liujing is hot, fortunately there is a large pool next to the old Tang Dynasty road. The ice sculptures start ten miles from the cold winter, and the vast smoke and waves flourish in spring and autumn. What can be brought to summer is naturally a hint of coolness.

Although Wangjun Lake looks at you, it also brings many affordable benefits to the young and old people in Liujing. In addition to the four seasons, the wind, flowers, snow and moon on the banks of Wangjun Lake is naturally indispensable, and it is also the most famous one.

In these chaotic years, except for the wars that did not affect Jiangnan for the time being, if there is anything else that can satisfy the fresh interests of the young and old in Liujing, we can count the newly opened brothel.

People in Jiangnan advocate elegance, elegance is not a hooligan, but also a taste. Logically speaking, brothels, flower shops, etc. can only be set up in the fireworks alley of Longquanfang, where dirt is hidden, and all kinds of religions can be entered. It is also a good place for the children of high-ranking officials, nobles and nobles who want to change their taste, but they need to dress up. As for the old Tang Ancient Road and Wangjun Lake, although it is not a bad place, the elegance is also a endless stream of pleasure boat theaters, which are truly selling arts but not selling themselves. Of course, if you like any actor and want to have sex for a while, you can discuss it privately with the boss. If you offer a good price, you will be happy.

The emergence of Fenglin Pavilion broke the good rules.

A brothel appeared by the lake of Wangjun. A hundred flowers competed for beauty in broad daylight. In a few days, the bells were criticized. The movement was soaring to the court. Everyone felt strange that the eldest princess ignored the emperor and let the brothel continue to stand on the ancient road of the magnificent Tang Dynasty. So everyone speculated that some people said that the brothel had a royal background, and some people said that the national treasury was tight. This was His Royal Highness's method of making money... No matter how much controversy was, it could not change the fact that Fenglin Pavilion's business was more popular day by day. The hypocritical old masters blew their beards and stared at them, while the noble families were already restless.

No one knows where the girls in the brothel came from. One was more beautiful than the other, and only one of them compared all the courtesans in Longquanfang. They were like fairies walking out of a painting, making them snorted and drooling. In addition to the girls in the pavilion, there was another rare one. Miss Shangguan, who was dressed in men's clothes all day long. There was a "expert" saying that Miss Shangguan was still a virgin, but once this matter spread, it immediately caused an uproar. The mysterious female shopkeeper in the mysterious brothel was actually a virgin. What better gimmick than this? Now, just ten days after opening, Fenglin Pavilion has become the most popular place in the ancient Tang Dynasty and even the Wangjun Lake area.

The business of a restaurant diagonally opposite Fenglin Pavilion is quite good. Although it is not as good as Fenglin Pavilion Eleven, it is far better than other restaurants because it is close to the water tower.

There were two young people sitting in the private room on the third floor of the restaurant.

One wears a small square scarf on his head and the other wears gray cloth shoes on his feet.

Wuhua, who was pressed on his head all day, was not very fond of it, and he couldn't like it. He was wearing cloth shoes and stared at it all day long. Wuhua himself knew what the consequences would be if he took off the cloth. At least he could not bear the consequences, even though his cultivation level had broken through to the heavenly level now.

"That guy...is so irresponsible!"

After drinking a mouthful of wine, Wuhua punched the table with a heavy punch, the wine pot swayed, and the wine splashed everywhere.

"Don't get angry first. It's not too late to get rid of his body after you catch him."

Zhang Bushi said expressionlessly, his eyes retracted from the Fenglin Pavilion opposite, falling towards Wuhua, and a hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

He could no longer return to Zhongdu, and Wuhua could not return to Qingtian Temple for a while. Since saying goodbye to An Bochen more than a month ago on Guannan Huangdao, the two of them have lived a wandering life. Naturally, all this was blamed on An Bochen. But after Wuhua woke up, Zhang Bushi went out to inquire, but heard that both An Bochen and Sima Jin were swallowed by monsters. If someone else had believed it, but how could Zhang Bushi and Wuhua, who knew A Bochen's "crawling" behavior, would he believe it? The two were both grateful for An Bochen's survival, and were indignant for his farewell without saying goodbye. As Wuhua said, how irresponsible An Bochen's move was to escape from the shell of a golden cicada.

"Wearing cloth shoes, do you think this brothel is really related to him?"

Taking a deep breath, Wu Hua calmed down and asked with a frown.

"Liujing is his old nest. He is most likely to hide in Liujing area. Strange things happen wherever he goes. The strangest thing now is this Fenglin Pavilion. Even if he is not the person behind the scenes, he cannot escape." Zhang Bushi hit the nail on the head and nodded repeatedly when he heard it.

"What are you waiting for? I'll just get to grab the female shopkeeper and ask."

Wuhua said, and as soon as he stood up, he was held down by Zhang Bushi.

"Don't be impatient." Zhang Bushi pondered at the girls on the pavilion, "Wuhua, haven't you noticed that those women are very special?"

Wuhua was stunned and looked at the fans in front of the pavilion. He looked left and right but could not see anything abnormal. He was anxious and grabbed the scarf on his head.

"Bang!"

Zhang Bushi quickly knocked Wuhua's hand off with a quick eye, glared at him coldly, and then said, "Those women seem to be living people, but they are just physical and spiritual. If I guess correctly, these are all fakes, and only the monks of heaven can see it."

He noticed the joke hidden in Zhang Bushi's last "Heavenly Cultivator", Wuhua's handsome face rose a strong bitterness, turned into anger, raised his fists and muttered: "It's all that guy. If I hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have fallen to this point! Humph, if I found him this time, I must be nice, see if he is ashamed!"

Wuhua slaps "that guy" and no longer calls himself a little monk. Although Zhang Bushi has become accustomed to it, it is inevitable that he feels a little uncomfortable.

After three years of separation, I visited Liujing again, but it was a matter of things and people.

At this moment, Zhang Bushi frowned and looked slanted behind.

I saw a young man walking through the old Tang Dynasty road with six or seven long robes. The young man looked young but had a graceful manner in his every move. He showed his extraordinary family education. However, from the perspective of Zhang Bushi, he could see a hint of anxiety from his face. The young man was holding a girl, and at the age of three or four, he was born like a porcelain man and snuggling in front of the boy's ears and laughing constantly.

"who are they?"

Wuhua asked, throwing a peanut into his mouth.

"A heavenly rank, and the rest of the people accompanying them are also earthly rank masters. In addition, there are more than 30 masters hiding in restaurants on all sides. If I guess correctly, it should be the current Liujun and the Princess Yilong." Zhang Bushi said.

"That woman in charge is so relieved?"

"It's probably because he sneaked out." Zhang Bushi frowned. For some reason, he obviously wanted to see Liu Jun, but his eyes would inevitably fall on the little princess.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, Princess Yilong suddenly raised her face and looked at Zhang Bushi, and smiled sweetly.

My heart skipped a beat, my eyebrows stinged, and Zhang Bushi's expression changed suddenly.

"What's wrong with you now wearing cloth shoes?"

Wuhua looked at Zhang Bushi in confusion, then followed his eyes to Li Xuan and his party, but found no abnormalities. When Wuhua looked, Princess Yilong had withdrawn her gaze and lay in Li Xuan's ear and said something with a smile. Li Xuanluo hesitated and nodded, leading the group around Wangjun Lake and walked towards the other side.

"Did you see? They were originally going to go to Fenglin Pavilion, but they changed their minds halfway. Also, that Princess Yilong is very unusual."

Zhang Bushi said, his eyes falling to the corner of the street, and he saw several Taoists standing there. They seemed to recognize the young Liujun in the white dragon fish suit, but they all looked sad.

"Every time I come to Liujing, all kinds of strange things are inevitable." Zhang Bushi retracted his gaze and summarized.

"He is always indispensable in places where there are strange things." Wuhua said tacitly, then stretched: "I am half a blind man now, so what do you think you should do."

"First go and ask those Taoists for a clear understanding, and then make a decision. But no matter what the situation is encountered, you are not allowed to uncover the square scarf."

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Lord Wuzong disappeared mysteriously, and the Wu Temple was also blocked by the Southern Emperor. A group of devout white envoys were waiting outside the Wu Temple, crawling on the east mountain, worshiping the sky, the earth and the desolate gods, hoping that Lord Wuzong would return as soon as possible.

However, no one would have thought that there was still someone in the witch temple at this time.

"Xiao Anzi, you said that Wu Sect lost your body that you have worked so hard to prepare. Whose body he might take?"

Sima Jin asked casually as he looked at the murals one by one.

"Anyway, it's not a small official." An Bochen smiled: "The person who takes over the body must have the strength to seize the treasure. No matter who it is, he cannot escape our palms."

Jiuchenjun just thought he accidentally knocked An Bochen down again, but he didn't know that this was obtained by An Bochen and Sima Jin's "long-term plan". An Bochen had already mastered the secret in Jiuchenjun's memory, but he still didn't know why the treasure was. The saint was imminent. Instead of letting Jiuchenjun lose his soul, it would be better to release him and follow Jiuchenjun's original plan. An Bochen and Sima Jin played the last yellow bird.

It was a bit dangerous, but only in this way could we defeat Jiuchenjun upright and relieve the haze in their hearts.

With the Holy Memorial being a few days away, An Bochen and Sima Jin were not in a hurry to follow Jiuchenjun, and took this opportunity to sneak into the Witch Temple to find the key to this situation.

"Xiao Anzi, are you sure those prophecies are hidden in the murals?"

Every time he walked by a mural, Sima Jin would stop for a moment, or look carefully, or look out of his body and carefully investigate, but he gained nothing, and the same was true for An Bochen. The two of them walked half a circle, and within half an hour, they finished the entire witch temple, but they still could not find any relevant clues.

Sima Jin did not believe the four prophecies that were impressed by Jiuchen Lord, and An Bochen did not agree with them.

If the fate of tens of thousands of years later was really calculated by the ancient immortals and gods tens of thousands of years ago, what is the significance of the existence of the people of the world in this life?

But the two had to find the four prophecies.

The plan set up by Jiuchen Lord is related to the prophecy, and that treasure is also inseparable from the prophecy.

At this moment, Sima Jin turned around and his eyes passed over the remaining five mercury channels and fell towards the temple hall.

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Chapter completed!